Night at the White Wolf Saloon

I walk across deserts with mules. I drink beer in saloons. Last night I ended up sitting across from a bottled alien talking mules and Wyoming with Carl and Diane Strode. They own the White Wolf Saloon.

Carl and Diane Strode: White Wolf Saloon proprietors. The pickled alien is from Devil’s Tower.
Welcome to the White Wolf Saloon: never accept candy from a ghoul with a top hat (though a beer is okay).

I don’t carry beer on saddle trips. It weighs too much. In fact, I don’t carry much to drink at all: 2 – 3 quarts of water is about all I travel with. It’s that weight thing…

Brick and her pack gear. All up, she carries just over 100 pounds. That includes water. Here you can see the 2 quart plastic bottle I carry water in. It’s hanging behind the yellow strap picket. It’s an iced tea bottle given to me by Suzan and Jeff Kendall earlier in the week.

All of which is my way of saying, when I get out of the desert after a week of traveling from small communities to wind mills in search of water, I’m thirsty.

Thirsty for some frosty hop-y goodness.

There’s a reason that when the pioneers built a settlement in these desert regions, the first thing they nailed up was the saloon.

Thing is, these days, when a community expands, it’s usually in a look-alike wave of corporate eateries:

Not so the White Wolf Saloon. It’s funky, hand crafted and just a little bit creepy. The perfect place to drop in for a mug o’brew after a week of scrounging water in the desert.

Aiming for a windmill. The mules and I rely on windmills for water in these water-less stretches. It can be a nerve wracking riding through a land with names like Poison Creek and Buzzard Gulch wondering if the water you find will be good…

Carl and Diane bought the bar, listed on eBay as a haunted bar in Wyoming, 11 years ago. At the time, they were living in a log cabin in South Florida, outside Miami. Diane had worked 31 years in a vet clinic. Carl was a teacher and coach. Diane says their cabin was, “filled with all kinds of stuff like mounted mako sharks.”

They bought the bar and a home in Douglas. The bar was a nondescript watering hole. They soon changed that. They bought timbers from a bar going out of business, nailed up barn boards for interior siding and moved their collection of stuff from Miami to Wyoming.

The White Wolf Saloon

Here are some photos of the White Wolf Saloon. A very cool place to slake a thirst or vampire. Well, that rubber chimpanzee mask starts looking like a blood sucker after a pint of Ten Fidy (as in 10.5 percent alcohol)…

A miner and his dog greet you at the front door.
Don’t worry, you don’t have to drink alone. Not that that was a problem. Within minutes of sitting down at the bar…
…I ran in to Tom Fuller. This is the third time I’ve run across Tom. The first time he passed me in his RV outside Ansely, Nebraska, 370 miles ago. Then Friday we met outside Douglas. Tom was in town hunting prong horn antelope with his friends. Thanks for the drink Tom!
Not everyone can drink at the saloon. “We don’t drink here,” says Diane. “You can’t have a sweet tooth and own a candy store.”
Remember “Miami Vice”? Diane says this stuffed alligator is said to be character Sonny Crockett’s alligator “Elvis”, from the series. She says it came of Don Johnson’s sailboat. It still looks cranky about having its head severed and mounted in a Wyoming bar.
Photo of bronco Steamboat doing his thing over 100 years ago at the Wyoming State Fair in Douglas. The mules and I are staying close to where this photo was taken. Steamboat is famous as being the bronco….
….that shows up everywhere in Wyoming. Here, on the welcome to Wyoming sign.
I noticed you noticed the Notice.
Definitely a Bra-hma bull.

From Douglas, the mules and I head to Casper. Then it’s 100 miles of almost water-less desert to Lander. Out there in that dry land, when my lips start sticking and my eyes dry out, I’ll be daydreaming of my night at the White Wolf Saloon.

Thanks guys for the great time and empty plastic water bottles! The bottles will sure help us carry a bit more water in the desert ahead.

More about the White Wolf Saloon right here.

The desert ahead.

2 Responses to Night at the White Wolf Saloon

  • Sounds real interesting! I’ve come to the conclusion,with the exception of yourself, if one wants to do a long ride…they must be single,I’m married, and have a host of critters that need attention. I have 4 horses n 2 miles. So I usually end up going on week long pack trips.

    • Hiya Ed.
      Great hearing from you. Taking a long ride with a spouse means a lot of variables have to line up including willing spouse and care of one’s animals (if those are factors). I’m incredibly lucky. My wife Julia joined me on my last mule ramble from Virginia to North Carolina and back.
      She’s staying home for this one to take care of Snookie the family dog.
      To read Julia’s take on why she’s not going on this trip, you might enjoy her article
      Not Going This Time” and “Acknowledgement of Time’s Worth.”
      I think it’s great you’re taking week long pack trips. Sure there’s nothing like being gone for months but there’s also great value in being gone for a few days.
      All the best to you, your wife and your horses and mules.
      Happy Adventuring!
      Bernie

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